“Don’t run, don’t run!” I whisper when I feel his body start trembling above me; his skin ripples before my eyes, and his face twists as he fights the urge to shift. Gnash growls off to my side, and I am cursing myself for even asking for this now. If he kills me, I have no one to blame but myself. The muscles in his arms flex on either side of my head, and I gulp down my fear. A threatening growl leaves him, and I clench my eyes shut, waiting to be ripped apart by him when he suddenly purrs—opening my eyes when I feel his nose bump mine and my heart hammers in my chest.
“Regan?” I whisper, placing my hand on his chest, and his eyes flicker a few times before turning pitch black, mirroring my horrified fear-filled face back at me. A deep growl vibrates out of him, and I gasp, wondering wh
